Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

Wu Zhen, it’s actually delicious too.

And he is a gourmet.

He is particular about what he eats.

In his opinion, when locals make mushroom hotpot, they just cook it until it is cooked. There is no reliable restaurant.

This results in the fact that the taste of the mushroom hotpot is entirely supported by the name of mountain delicacies.

In his opinion, this is a waste of good things.

"You...you want to eat mushroom hotpot?" Zhuoma hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"Do you know where I can get it done?" Wu Li's eyes lit up.

“Yeah.” Zhuoma nodded; “It’s over there, someone is making it, it wasn’t available before, I just went to exchange for a bowl, it’s delicious.”

As she spoke, Zhuoma couldn't help swallowing her saliva: "You can exchange a bowl with them if you collect mushrooms."

"Brother! Brother! Brother!" Wu Li couldn't stop calling "Brother".

"Where are you playing with the chicken?" Wu Zhen rolled his eyes and said, "I'll go in a minute." He turned around and said to Zhuoma, "Thank you. This is the money for the mushrooms. Take it."

"Yeah." Zhuoma put away her money, carried the bamboo basket, and walked up the mountain again.

The mushroom harvest lasted all day, until the sun was about to set.

They then closed up their stall and handed the goods over to someone to transport them out. This kind of life lasted for about a month.

"Brother, let's go eat, let's go eat!" Wu Li was so excited that she showed the bamboo basket she had collected.

"No, why do you still have so much?" Wu Zhen frowned: "I said, here..."

"Oh, the little girl said it, it didn't happen before, go away quickly."

Wu Li pulled Wu Zhen and walked in the direction pointed by Zhuoma.

As expected, this time there was no strong aroma, mainly because the mushrooms were all eaten. Today's business is not very good. Only a few children are willing to exchange mushrooms with Cao Wei and others, and adults are unwilling to exchange. Most people think, mushroom soup pot, is it necessary to outsource it? There is no need. If you want to eat it, you can go back and make it yourself. There are so many spicy foods on the mountain.

"Brother, this should be the one... huh? Brother, why don't you leave?"

Wu Zhen rubbed his eyes, seeming a little bit unbelievable.

"What's wrong with you?" Wu Li waved her hand in front of Wu Zhen.

"The boss of Samadhi House."

"what?"

"The boss of Samadhi House, you forgot, you said he was good-looking!"

"Hiss..." Wu Li gasped, "What? Samadhi House went bankrupt? Brother, can we still sell our mushrooms?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! You probably want to come out and experience it. Don't you know the current scale of the Samadhi Building? Even if it wants to collapse, the people above won't let it!"

Since the interview in 86, Samadhi House has entered an era of rapid development. Although Samadhi House has gradually kept a low profile since the interview, in fact, people who know it know that it is about to expand into a monster. It manages upstream and downstream industries by itself, with farms, orchards, and its own transportation chain. It is not just a restaurant.

If a place has what Samadhi Tower needs, it means that this place can have its own pillar industry.

There is such a big guy selling mushroom soup pot here, and he thinks he is probably crazy.

“Then let’s retreat. The food he cooked must not be tasty, right?” Wu Li hesitated for a moment and silently took a step back.

"What are you thinking about? In the whole city, he is the best cook. Back then..."

Wu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling a conversation at a dinner party two years ago.

It was an old friend who was also a gourmet. Most of them made money just to eat. They knew exactly where the food was good and where the chefs had special skills. It was a senior in the circle who said this after drinking.

"Speaking of all the cuisines in the world, you can basically eat them all in Beijing, and there are master chefs for each cuisine. As long as you know how to look for them and know how to eat them, you can always find them. If you go further away, you can go to Tianjin, where there are also many master chefs. If you really want to try something new, you have to travel all over the country, such as going to Yunnan in May and June to eat mushrooms, or going to eat hairy crabs in September, October, and November."

"Old Liu, there are many chefs in this city. Who has the best skills?"

"Tsk, look at the way you ask this question, you are not an expert. Shandong, Sichuan, Guangdong, Jiangsu, Fujian, Zhejiang, Hunan, and Anhui cuisines all have their own advantages and wonders. A great chef will only study one or two cuisines in his entire life. You can say who is the best Shandong chef in this area, but you can't say who has the best cooking skills in this area. How can you compare one cuisine to another? Some people like sweet food, while others like spicy food. Once you have a preference, you can't make a fair judgment."

"Besides, since ancient times, there has never been a master craftsman who is better than anyone else. The truly top-notch masters don't make many inferior dishes. Even though we love this delicacy, we can't taste the slightest difference. It's hard to tell, it's hard to tell."

"Is there really no one who can convince everyone?"

Old Liu paused while sipping his wine, put down the glass in his hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You know what, there really is a master chef who can suppress the world."

"Who?"

"Samadhi Tower, Cao Wei, Master Cao."

"Ah? Isn't that the boss?"

"He is the boss, but he is also a master chef. Otherwise, why do you think so many master chefs were willing to follow him when he was on the rise? It's a pity that he basically stopped doing anything later on, so he didn't get to taste it."

"After so many years, his skills should be rusty."

"No, we are just not at that level yet."

Wu Qing was a little conflicted. He wanted to go over and experience the feeling of suppressing the contemporary world that "Old Liu" talked about, but he was a little scared because he was Boss Cao after all.

"Ok?"

Wu Qing let out a light exclamation and found that a figure that looked exactly like his sister had run to the stall. He turned around and saw that his sister had already run over.

"Sister, sister! How much does the mushroom soup pot cost?" Wu Li's little face flushed and she was very excited.

As long as the food is delicious, she doesn't care about the big boss. Besides, they have set up stalls, so what's wrong with eating? It's natural.

Qin Jingru was in a good mood. Although business was not very good today, she had a great meal.

"Exchange, exchange with mushrooms. If you are willing to wait, I can make a separate pot for you. I see you have quite a lot in there, do you want a separate pot?" Qin Jingru asked, glancing at the mushrooms in the little girl's bamboo basket.

"Do it, do it!" Wu Li nodded frantically.

"Then please sit down. We will serve it to you shortly. It will take some time."

"Okay."